by Favour Joshua Bill

Aboagye had served long enough to know there was defiance in those eyes. It could either be a good thing or not. Someday, if he had time to spare, he would like to train this lad. But tonight was not one of such days. He needed men who would cower to his orders. Men who never dare raise their eyes to their Commander. So turning his face away, he ended the staring match. Disqualified!

Alapini: The Dare-Devil Hunter

by Oluwaseun Abiodun Ogunleye

Alapini was also more personage, urbane, powerful and naturally distinguishing than his father. The vilalgers of Oniyangi often extolled the uncanny magical prowess, might and power inherent in Alapini to effortlessly making rains, healing various serious sicknesses and epidemics, hunting wild and dangerous animals and wrestling and defeating any man who would dare challenge him to a contest.

Of Grit and Blood

by Orhemba Mhembeuter Jeremiah

Memories return to me in flashes – memories of training; memories of Zarah holding my hands affectionately and saying we would grow old together; my mother grabbing my leg in a bid to stop me from going; Aika returning home every night exhausted; Sadia weeping. Not even for Zarah – Zarah for whom I had sworn my life for.

Addara (1-4)

by Dexter Joseph

She replays in her mind the last memories of her papa. Hiding just behind a large vas of plants with her maid holding her mouth from screaming, she had watched Tanko take on her papa, cut his arm off and put his sword through his throat, leaving him to die. He torched their mansion, letting everything burn to the ground. Her mother in fright of this ran into her own death, at the tip of a mere soldier’s drawn sword.


by Dexter Joseph

To consciousness a boy awoke, a groan muttered off his lips. He rose wearily to his feet, muscles laced with nothing more than excruciating pain. He stared around, and in the largeness of the landmass on which he stood were burnt houses, dead cattle, and animals, large and small alike. All around him also, regardless of where his eyes moved and fell on, lay dead bodies of men, women and children. Nothing lived

Evil girls have the prettiest faces (1)

by Ngozi Janet Akalonu

She reminded him of a mother wolf, looking for a prey to feed to her cubs. She must live in the residential area close to barracks, the area where those women and girls who sold khunu came from. He knew most of them had husbands in the army too. He knew most of them were widows. He knew most of them were unmarried.

The Nazirite

by Ngozi Janet Akalonu

“Whatever. You have one more errand to go. You will visit a family from one of the foreign tribes. A maiden there is barren too; she is to conceive and bear a daughter, and the daughter will be the downfall of Samson”

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